Footprints skip across the creek of childhood past,
The last lost creak of stares at a freak hint at this wild blast
Called living; small and shivering delivered in
St. Joseph's, a host of nurses
Immersed in embryonic fluid;
Who would imagine the sonic emblems
Hemmed in linen when men in ballcaps
Look back at a small chap named liryC backwards,
Who packs nerds & jocks alike into the Comfort Zone,
Yeah right … maybe for a troglodyte.
I'm a frog foglight in a bog at night
Who won't hog the right to jog dendrites
And bend the might Golden Horseshoe up our asses,
Bold and of course you have to ask credentials
Nicene Creed indeed essential.
Potential potent energy for men who need Niacin,
Your weak blood, try again
And this time instead of buying in just be honest
Honour us ponderous anonymous astronomers
Synonymous with fond to bust
Respond with Trust … Canada … thanks
But never a clever dank bank manager.

from The Bassments of Badmen Vol. 2, HandSolo Records, 2003.
Words © Cyril Guérette for P(r)o(ph)etic Productions.